About Me

My four decade publishing career has been a continuous post-graduate education. This blog is intended as an on going first hand account, eclectic and opinionated in nature, on a wide range of interests, from business and politics to music, literature and theater, with some family history along the way.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Remembering Jeremy

In spite of knowing it was coming, no one is prepared for
the news of the death of a close friend.Jeremy Geelan succumbed to pancreatic cancer on April 12 on the eve of
his 59th birthday after a five year struggle fought with dignity and
courage.He was the middle son of my
close colleague, Peter Geelan, who also died of cancer, when he was 63.

In his short 59 years Jeremy lived at least two
lifetimes. He was a person with titanic
energy and vision. With his wife Kirsten,
his constant soul mate, they raised four beautiful children, Torsten,
Sebastian, Christian and Anne-Sofie. He
loved them deeply and our hearts go out to them, and to Jeremy's brothers, Michael and Christopher.

Jeremy flourished in the world of the future, and I
worked with him copublishing his “very” 20th century printed book program in
the 1990s.It met with modest success
but that was only because it was before its time. The Internet’s rise corresponded with Jeremy’s
business metamorphosis, going way beyond the printed word, becoming the
guru of the “Internet of Things.” Kirsten too was having a challenging
professional life representing Denmark as an Ambassador to a number of
countries, most recently Nepal (and thus Jeremy’s love of Katmandu).

On his LinkedIn profile Jeremy describes himself as being
“British by birth, upbeat by nature, intercontinental commuter by choice,
anthropologist and exponent of Internet co-technologies by trade.” I can testify to the veracity of those words,
each and every one of them, particularly his temperament which was always so
optimistic that I sometimes wondered whether he was acquainted with the real
world.But visionaries are that
way.If nothing is impossible, well
nothing is.

When his terrible illness was diagnosed five years ago,
Jeremy seized Whipple surgery --a literally gut-retching procedure, with a
long, difficult recovery.Right
afterward he wrote to me unchecked,
pancreatic cancer is quite the Silent Killer, with a quite spectacular
mortality rate. Whereas I have a ton of things still to get done, ten or
fifteen years more of flat-out work. So I figured there was no way I was ready
yet to throw in the towel just because of some miscreant neoplasm! ;-) That truly encapsulates his attitude, toward
the disease and toward life itself.The
photo here shows Jeremy after the surgery in one of his more precarious strategies to achieve business as usual.

The survival rate drops off sharply after five years but
Jeremy made it to those outer fringes and I think during that time he accomplished
what it would have taken us mere mortals those ten to fifteen years to achieve.

We both were recuperating simultaneously, having gone
down similar, but different life-threatening rabbit holes. This was yet another bond in our lives.Shortly afterward, Ann and I were on that Baltic
cruise visiting Copenhagen for only one day but unfortunately Jeremy was in
Norway on business already. However we
were able to enjoy a typical Danish luncheon with Kirsten and two of their
children.

I think of Jeremy as a comet, gloriously, inexplicably
appearing and then disappearing for months on end, but when streaking across my
sky, our email was deeply personal, rewarding, and we both knew it.It is unthinkable to me that Jeremy’s Comet
is now off, never to return.

As I said at the beginning of this entry, our
relationship goes back to the time of the printed book.Jeremy was a 21st Century man
caught in a 20th Century world.In 1993 he had visited my publishing offices in Westport, Connecticut for
a couple of days and we had talked about co-publishing arrangements.This was in the day when the publishing world
was still segregated by geographic territories.His Adamantine Press was to publish “Adamantine Studies of the 21st
Century” in the UK and Europe and my company in the rest of the world. Mind you, scholarly books at the time sold in
the thousands or merely the hundreds.This was not the audience Jeremy imagined.How couldn’t EVERYONE be concerned about the
future?

His enthusiasm was contagious.After all day and all night discussing forms
of cooperation, I arrived at my office and found a hand-written letter waiting
for me, delivered by Jeremy before the office had opened and he had departed for
home (wherever that was at the time having lived in different places all over
the world). It was 12 pages dated March 17, 1993 on the stationary of the
Westport Inn, probably hastily written in the wee hours of the morning.It gives a sense of the man before he became
an “Internet of Things” guru.Jeremy was
unique.Why I took that letter with me
when I retired I now know.I thought he
was an exceptional human being, great things to become of him, and here were
twelve pages in his own hand for me to cherish.

The first part of his letter was to thank me for spending
that time with him and my wife Ann for hosting cocktails and then for our
dinner at the Cobbs Mill Inn, a restaurant near our home in Weston, CT at the
time. The second part of the letter I quote in part as it shows
the vision which would carry him to his destiny:

Strategy is what
makes me buzz, what makes me feel I am on the verge of Understanding, on the
fine line where passive –going-with-life’s flow becomes proactive management
of life’s flow: containment of it, at least, harnessing of it, manipulation
of it.

Which
(early-morning) stream-of--consciousness brings me to a general observation
about all these darned books that I’ve worked so hard to bring to your
attention which I can see making a viable – perhaps even, in time, a
substantial – contribution to your publishing program. The observation is
this:that “21st Century”
books are not about prediction, they are not even (save tangentially) even
foresight.They are about scholarship
– and vision.

The whole point of
harvesting these demonstrably forward-looking books is not to enable prediction
but to enable understanding of alternatives.“Simply to be a human being is to be a
futurist of sorts.” (I employ this useful statement in a little descriptive
blurb!)“For human freedom is largely a
matter of imagining alternative futures and then choosing among them.”

North America
contains not 2,500 futurists but 250 million!Two hundred and fifty million choosers, making choices in a
variety of areas on a variety of timescales – strategizing as best they
can, which, in these headlong, accelerating times ain’t no cakewalk.

Now we can’t expect
to sell 250 million copies of every title!Some of our “futurists” – our human beings who job is to surmount The
Challenge of Choice (bankers, economists, CEOs, urban planners, environmental
strategists, designers, public servants; practical men and women of action –
some of them, I say, aren’t yet turned twenty).But from 25 onwards – to 45, 55, and maybe right through till 95 – there
is our target audience.Typically, s/he
has already “flagged” this interest in choosing – through an organisational or
professional affiliation: and the scale of these organizations can be
reassuringly large.

These are the core
consumer of “21st Century Studies” – of books which challenge,
stimulate, and help to provide a sense of perspective and hope about the
future.These are the strategizes, for
those heading up organisations as dynamically as today’s fast-changing
circumstances allows – thirsty for insight from whichever source, always
provided the insight is captured, kept lucid, and brought to them in some
value-added way.

Maybe books, as we
discussed at breakfast, and maybe CD-ROM.But “insight capture” remains our business, our stock-in-trade: and
forward-looking, interdisciplinary insight capture is going to be at a premium
over the coming years, an opportunity to stake this thirst for insight aimed at
helping strategies.By God, I think that
you and I might have to read the titles and not just to publish them.For strategy is all: and how can those with
responsibilities formulate good choices without involving themselves in
informed choices?“The best possible
choices, in the best possible order” – that is what you’re paid to make for
your publishing organization, in nine simple words.And there are choosers in the hundreds of
thousands in this land of yours.So
Let’s Go For It, let’s get that sector synonymous with the “21st
Century” branding and then keep it that way.Whether in time we supply the sector via printed page, or fax modem, by
CD-ROM or “video magazine” that will be a judgment call on the way through.

[The letter continues about proposed financial terms. We
did copublish but not on the scale Jeremy envisioned.By then the next challenge, the Internet, had
reached critical mass.Jeremy concludes
his letter with the following thought]:

“…And what about
your 5-year plan, …more challenges and choices.Simply to be Robert Hagelstein is to be a futurist of sorts.Oh, yes.

See if you can
include me in your future, Bob, I would aim to make it one of the shrewdest
investments you ever made (and god knows you’ve by all accounts made a goodly
few).Because in some way, for better or
for worse,

I am the
future.

Fondly --- Jeremy

The last email I had from him was only weeks ago.It was long, detailed, somehow still intrinsically optimistic, but
accepting the inevitable, knowing these days must be spent with his loving
family.It concluded:

Sorry for waylaying
you like this on a Sunday morning with so much (too much?) info...but how much
is too much when it comes to possibly being one if the last emails I get to
write to you who have brought so much love and wisdom to my blessed, if
too-short, life?

THANK YOU, Bob -
from the very bottom of my heart. For everything.

J xxxxx

I was stunned by it. I sent him a tearful, heartfelt reply, expressing
my regrets that we hadn’t actually seen each other since 2001, but grateful
we’ve always been there for one another in cyberspace. I can’t imagine my world
without him and it is hard to do justice to such a human being in mere words.Jeremy, I will always remember you.